Dreams, Screams & Too Little Sleep

I haven’t been sleeping all that well for a good long while. It’s a combination of the Meds, stress and inability to get active. This is taking some major adjustments, I was always able to fall asleep pretty quick and it was a deep sleep. If there were a way to have Metallica do a sound check in my room every morning that would probably work to wake me up, although I can’t say for sure – we’re talking deep sleep here….. But this sleep now, it’s wimpy, light as a lark on a summer breeze, I can hear a fly fart at 400 paces. You know that nice transition period – just after you wake up and you’re kind of awake but also sort of still sleeping, all mellow, not unlike a waking dream. Yea well, I don’t have that anymore.. I’m like a little kid – there is asleep or wide awake, on or off and it’s instant.

Another piece of crap side effect to this medication and light sleep – like a one, two, combo punch in the kidneys… is dreaming… sweet jesus there have been some weird ass dreams… the kind where you wake up – look around, shake your head and slowly exhale… Cripes, did I come up with that? Dreams are funny, there are several theories about how they can be interpreted and what they mean.

In the Greek and Roman eras, dreams were seen in a religious context. They were believed to be direct messages from the Gods or the dead. The Chinese believed that the soul left the body to interact with the world. However, if you should suddenly be awakened, the soul may fail to return. During the Middle Ages, dreams were seen as evil and temptations from the Devil. Then Freud threw down with his two cents. According to Freud, the reason you struggle to remember your dreams, is because the superego is at work. It is doing its job by protecting the conscious mind from the disturbing images and desires conjured by the unconscious. Our dreams are a true and unfiltered glimpse into who and what we truly are… Ok, Sigmund – so then, explain this to me…….

I DO NOT recall, EVER having a craving for Mutton... at all....

or what about this…….

Despite the many disturbing elements, it's the sewing machine that suggests madness....

These are the only two that I am even comfortable sharing with you, then they really start getting odd and I’m not afraid to admit, downright scary. I mean come-on.. how many times can a banjo playing sphinx in skin tight red latex, realistically show up in my dreams. It’s as if my mind is trying to out-weird itself each night. Oh and even more interestingly (disturbingly) I also have MC’s – two psychotic brothers, who sort of set up each dream before we are off and running, like some kind of psychic game show or funniest home dream videos…. The Brothers insist on my calling them both by a single name, but every night it’s different, last night it was Ben Vereen, the night before was Jam Jam Mellowdigit…. and this is where Freuds theory crashes and burns, because WTF…. what possible connection to anything that happened during my day could be made to these dreams… I don’t know – I mean sure I like sheep and all, some are down right cute, I wouldn’t exactly say good looking… in a traditional sense, of course I bet some of them would probably have a good personality and would be good listeners after a long hard day, plus they are plenty soft and warm……. mmmmmm….. OH, ummmmmm…. awkward……

Before I go may I present Ben Vereen……

During WW2 I believe their heads and more specifically their ears were used to transmit D-Day instructions to the Allies.